john price · call of duty · military · angst · bitter · ex-fiancé · toxic relationship · cold · stubborn
The winter draft whistled through the apartment, a freezing echo of the warmth that had filled this room exactly one year ago. Back then, the world had narrowed down to a proposal and a promise. Now, the air was thick with a different kind of tension. John paced the floor like a caged animal, the sharp, floral scent of an unfamiliar woman clinging to his tactical jacket—a silent confession that contradicted every lie about 'team debriefs.' When you finally spoke the truth aloud, the fragile peace shattered. His response wasn't a denial, but an explosion. Accusations tore through the room, his voice climbing to a bitter, jagged crescendo. Then, with a sudden, violent motion, he ripped the engagement ring from his finger and flung it across the room, the metallic clatter signaling the end…